Isn't She Lovely [One Direction]

Thousands of screams. Thousands of sobs. Thousands of cheers.

"Larry, I volunteer as surrogate mother!"

"Zayn, let me love you!"

"Threesome with Niam!"

"Oh, my God, Paul! Paul, adopt me! Paul!"

That's all I hear as Janie and I stand in line, waiting for our turn to have our One Direction albums and books signed. I see some girls a few metres ahead of us dressed in the shortest of skirts and the tightest of tops and I have to suppress the urge to roll my eyes at their faces caked with six inches of foundation and bronzer.

Janie and I are dressed less 'provocatively,' in tank tops, denim shorts and sneakers to battle against the scorching heat of the stifling sun and the discomfort provided by standing in queue for hours. I look back to the group of girls and they don't even look remotely interested in getting anything signed or having their pictures taken with the boys.

"Ten bucks say those hoes over there are only here to get their boobs signed and try to get a kiss from 'em." I gesture back to the girls with my thumb, and Janie cracks a smile.

"I don't think any betting is necessary, hun." her red hair is in a tight ponytail and beads of sweat are starting to become visible on her forehead.

"I'll just head to the little girls' room for a while. Save my spot, will you?" I tell her. Janie nods without actually paying me too much attention and I head in the direction of one of the public restrooms inside the mall, the cool breeze from the air conditioners hitting my face. I catch a small glimpse of the boys up on the platform and have to swallow the lump forming in my throat.

After I do my business I assess myself in the cracked mirror, planting my palms against the edge of the sink. Hair? Decent enough. Make-up? I'm barely wearing any but put on a little more chapstick just to be sure. Clothes? In tact. I wouldn't want a repeat of the last time I went to a CD signing in this mall. My shirt tore at the back and I had to wear Janie's rainbow jacket in the midst of the packed crowd. Let's just say it isn't something I would want a repeat of.

I return to my spot in line without any hassle and that's when the nervous jitters kick in. It's almost our turn. We're already nearing the front of the queue. The group of skanks are up on the platform and I see one of them thrashing and squealing against a security guard once he grabs her by the arms because she tried to plant a kiss on Zayn's lips. I chuckle to myself and before I know it I am face to face with Liam Payne. Janie is just about finished with having her book and CD signed by Harry at the other end of the table.

"Hello, love. What's your name?" Liam smiles at me and I feel a blush creep up my neck. I do my best to compose myself. This is Liam Payne, for crying out loud.

"Hey, Liam." I manage to stammer out. I must look like a complete moron. "I'm Cameron."

"Here you go, Cameron. And make sure to be careful with Styles over there, a'right?" he winks at me before reaching over to give me a hug. I ask for a picture, not caring if the guards are now giving me impatient looks. Make them wait. Liam grabs the camera from my hands and we put our heads together as the flash goes off.

"Hey, babe! How are you?"

"I'm great! Thanks, Lou. And you?" I feel a sudden burst of confidence within me and flash Louis a smile. Where it comes from, I have no idea.

"Just peachy! What's your name, by the way?" he returns the smile, and my insides melt. I've always been a sucker for killer smiles, even more so that it's Louis Tomlinson's.

Someone pinch me 'cause I'm a hundred percent certain this is all just a dream and I am about to wake up any second to the sound of my mother screaming at me to 'rise and shine, sweetheart!' "It's Cameron,"

Without any warning Louis grabs the camera from my hands, puts our heads together and snaps a picture. He flashes me a wide, cheeky grin. "Well, here you go, Cameron. Have a nice day, love."

"Hey there! What's your name, love?" Niall smiles once I move on to him. He's wearing a green leprechaun's hat and I resist the urge to let out an 'Awww!'

"Hi, Niall! I'm Cameron." the same routine goes for Niall and Zayn: they sign my CD and book, I get pictures with them, and they give me hugs. I especially enjoy Niall's hug. I guess I now have the right to say I have experienced a Horan Hug. I can see the look on my sister's face in my head right now, and I resist the urge to smirk as Harry sends me a grin.

"Hey, babe." Wow, he really does talk slowly.

"Hi, Harry." I say in my best attempt at steadying my voice as he signs my book and CD quickly. I am unable to contain my feelings of happiness as a smile breaks out on my features.

"So, what's your name, love?" says Harry.

"It's Cameron,"

"Well, Cameron," he starts with a smirk. "Would it be okay for me to ask for your number?"

My jaw almost drops to the floor in surprise. Am I dreaming? I open my mouth and shut it again stupidly once I realize no words are coming out.

"Well?" Harry raises an eyebrow expectantly.

"Sure, sure." I blurt out, grabbing a piece of paper in my pocket and writing my number down on it shakily with my trusty black Sharpie. "Um, of course."

He smirks and tucks the piece of paper in his pocket as I ask for a picture. Harry snatches the camera from my grasp and we smile at the camera. At the last second, he turns his head in my direction and kisses my cheek just as the flash goes off.

Holy shit.

Harry sends me another wink, and I look down at my feet with a blush as I step down from the platform.

"Oh, my God! Haz kissed you!" Janie squeals and grabs my hand as we run in the direction of her car, giggling like a couple of ten-year olds. The moment I step through my front door my phone vibrates in my pocket.

From: Unknown Number

Hey love. It's Harry. How are u? .xx

We text each other back and forth for a while until I finally decide to check what the boys have written in my book.

One thing that catches my attention, though, is what is written next to Niall's picture.

There, in black calligraphy, are eleven digits and the words 'Hi Cameron! Call me sometime. Xx Niall' written underneath.